With every breath I exhale
A part of my soul is expelled
Death to us both
The ache is far to great to live on
Every molecule of me selfishly cries
SILENCE!
The ache is far to great
For even I to bare
I cannot console the broken soul within me
Nor can I mend my mind
The ache is far to great
REPENTANCE!
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PoetryA collection of thoughts, emotions, and poems.
